The Golden Crossing

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The heavy iron key turned in the lock with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger he was repairing, his fingers stained black with the ink that had soaked into the grain of the paper over forty years of service. The air in the rotunda was thick, smelling of damp stone and old copper, and the walls seemed to lean in closer, the plaster groaning under a...

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